Stab me, shoot me, kick me down, down, down. Find a way to break me, into a million pieces. Tear me apart, tear my soul apart. Throw me no hope, no good word; not even a distant whisper of a better time to come. I invite you to whither my entire demise. Steal from me my dreams and replace them with night terrors. Give me harsh promises of end. Kill me, slowly, and don't leave a trace. Until I have nothing left to grasp onto, not a tear left to shed, and a shattered heart among the rocks.
Do this, dear God, so I can live again. Take me to the depths of hell's agony, so that I may appreciate joy again. Clothe me in a new coat of armor, make my scars hard, to remind me of a time when I was weakest. Do this to teach me resilliance against the wicked ways of discouragement and failure. So that when I come across a locked door, I will break it down and enter on my own accord. Kill me, so that with the hot vengeance of a reborn Pheonix, I will have solidified the crumbled parts of me. Build me up, from the ashes... and from the ashes, I will thrive forever.
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